A: “I love this thing”B: “That thing sucks”A: “Ok, that’s fine. That’s fine that you’re committed to being the relentless murderer of all joy in this world. That’s fine that you have condemned me to the garbage along with every other soul that has ever been uplifted by art or poetry. I see that this has been your plan from the start. I get it. Joke’s on me for having the gall to experience an emotion. I wonder why you’re so obsessed with taking every opportunity to crush my innocent heart underneath your cold iron boot, but whatever. That’s fine.”